day and night | halfdan
bc i think a lot about what happened when harald and wounded halfdan left france before the timeskip
The light had fled and the candles flickered down to almost nothing by the time you finally moved. Your arm was asleep, screaming as you slowly rolled it down from where it’d been supporting your head, and used it to help you move up and away from the table. Aching legs took slow steps closer to the doorway framed by guards.
The healer gave only a subtle nod as they passed you, his apprentice trailing after with a bundle of blood sodden cloth that turned your stomach. You swallowed it down, turning your head to your maid as she hurried over.
“What did they say?” you had to clear your throat and swallow again as your voice cracked and groaned over the words “tell me what they said”
She lightly took a wrist, thumb rolling over the bruised lines at the back of it, the ink still settling into your skin. It was meant to have healed by the time he got home. How long it had taken to accept this was your home. The thought had finally creeped in deep enough to your chest, the idea taking root in your very breath, and you’d made a hurried decision to mark the design you now bore into your flesh before it could leave you again. Before you fell adrift once more. It was meant to have healed by the time he got home.